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(phone ringing)
Yeah.
MAN: You're late.
Yeah, well, at least I'm here, bubba.
Where the hell are you?
We had an arrangement.
I don't like being stood up.
Shut up.
Did you bring what I need, Malone?
Yeah, it's here, too.
In fact, the only thing that's not here is you.
I'm closer than you think.
(click) Bye, Malone.
(whirring)
Son of a bitch!
(helicopter rotors whirring)
Joe, glad you're here.
Nash is right over there.
Will you please stop taking my blood pressure.
I told you I'm fine.
It's high.
It's high because you're pissing me off.
Oh, my God, are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
Doesn't anybody speak English around here?
Is he okay? He's not gonna die, is he?
Is he...? he's gonna be fine?
I am not going to die.
He's had a very serious concussion.
Can I go now?
Look, you're going to the hospital,
even if I have to take you myself, okay?
And you are?
(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
Nash.
Hey, Joe.
Hey...
You, uh, remember me?
Hell, yes, I remember you.
I was just a little fuzzy there for a minute.
What day is it?
Um...
Um, uh, Wed-Wednesday.
Uh, you and Inger left for Napa.
Yeah, on Monday.
That's the last time we spoke.
So, uh, what did the doctor say?
Uh, nothing yet.
He's due any minute.
Inspector Bridges, I'm Dr. Berry.
I'm the Head Trauma Specialist. Hi, Doctor.
Is that, uh, head-trauma specialist,
or head trauma specialist?
Who are you?
Oh, this is my partner, Joe Dominguez.
Usually the spouse is in on this.
Well, that would be him, in almost every respect.
Whenever you're ready, Doc.
That was one hell of a blow you took today.
More like a blow up.
The contusion you sustained when you hit the pavement
caused as much damage as the blast itself.
What does that mean?
That you've still got some cranial swelling.
But most serious is this,
a subdural hematoma near the left frontal lobe.
That doesn't sound good, huh?
You were very lucky, Inspector.
So, are there any side effects that I can look forward to,
other than this delightful migraine?
The most common side effect is short-term memory loss,
which I'm sure you're aware of.
Hmm.
Is it permanent?
Sometimes yes,
sometimes no.
You could regain some, all or none of your memory.
We'll have to wait and see.
All right, thanks, Doc.
We're not doing anything here, let's get out of here.
Okay, who's the president?
Lincoln. Next?
Stop trying to minimize this, will ya?
What's your wife's name?
I'm married?
I have two ex-wives, Kelly and Lisa.
I have a daughter named Cassidy, a father named Nick.
Now, are you satisfied?
Tell me what the hell you know about this case I was on.
I can't help you there.
I had to take Inger to Napa, remember?
You know, Inger, my wife?
I know Inger's your wife.
Well, you had that blank look on your face for a second.
Anyways, what's the last thing you do remember?
Lisa's going away party.
That's almost a week ago.
Uh, she did leave, right?
Oh, yeah, she's in Paris, cooking at that restaurant.
Hey, remember that time I shot a 75
at the Coast Ridge Country Club?
No.
That's a good sign.
You don't remember things that never happened.
Uh, that's your desk over there on the left.
I know which desk is mine.
I was just trying to remember
what the hell I was doing the last time I was here.
Now I met with a C.I., right? Yeah.
Hey, Nash, you still remember me?
All right, everybody listen.
I remember everybody, okay?
I remember all of you.
You remember me?
You I meant to forget.
Good afternoon, Michelle.
Nice to see you again.
Good afternoon, Nash.
See? Huh?
What's she doing sitting there?
You hired her last week.
That's good, that's smart of me.
She's great.
I was on mushrooms
last time I experienced somebody else's deja vu.
Thank you. Very funny.
Now you want to fill me in?
I need to know everything I was into last week.
All right, Nash Bridges,
with all due sympathy, this is your life.
"A," this is what's left of the bomb.
Thermite mixed with magnesium accelerants
wired to a radio fuse.
Range of two miles, so the guy could've been anywhere.
It was probably a pro, but in this day and age
any eighth grader can get the plans for this kind of bomb
off the Internet, so...
it doesn't help us too much.
This is the C.I. you were working with.
BRIDGES: Now this is Jay Larson.
He's a former hit man
for the mob, since retired and reformed.
So what was I doing right before I dropped off the radar?
Now Larson had contacted you because somebody
contacted him about a contract killing.
You went undercover as Teddy Malone four days ago.
That's the last we heard of you.
Why would I drop out of sight for four days,
and not communicate with anybody?
That we don't know.
Well, hell, that's not like me.
We agree.
Well, damn it, don't let me do that no more.
Maybe the guy that you were working with was a cop
and you were being followed, monitored?
Now that's good, that's pretty good.
That's a possibility.
Do we know why I went to the abandoned projects?
Sorry, boss. We're as in the dark about that as you are.
Okay, well, run a check on me, Harv.
And, uh, Teddy Malone's credit cards.
And I want the phone records, too.
And I want to know who I was with
and why the hell I was with them.
And, Evan, get that guy Larson in here.
I want to talk to him. Right.
So what're you gonna do now?
I don't know.
I'm gonna go check on Nick.
Hell, he's probably got a better memory than I do now.
Ha, baby.
She could fight a war all by herself.
Look at this stuff.
This isn't standard police issue, is it?
No, too hi-tech.
Oh, this is very Emma Peel of her.
Remember The Avengers, that TV show?
Damn, you're young.
You know what, that woman is extremely hot.
Oh no, no, tread very gently on that stuff.
Why do you say that?
Well, using that kind of language
when talking about a fellow police officer.
You've got to be careful nowadays.
Yeah, but what if she would like it.
Yeah, yeah, all I'm saying is
don't let anybody else hear that.
Because people have filed lawsuits for less, Ev.
All I'm saying is that the first time I saw that woman
I wanted to kiss the nape of her neck,
I wanted to devour her flesh,
I wanted to do the wild thing with her,
possibly introduce her to Mr. Happy
if you know what I'm talking about.
Have you been taking those testosterone supplements?
(clearing throat) Excuse me guys.
Uh, could you do me a favor?
Uh, sure, sure.
Stay away from my stuff.
Oh, no... Michelle, we didn't do anything...
Yeah, well, how did my DAT recorder get turned on?
Oh.
Sorry.
Hi, sweetheart.
Hi.
Dad, what happened?
Oh, it's nothing. A little bump.
Don't try to make nice with me
after what you said the other night.
I'm just here to check on Grandpa.
Uh... the other night...
Uh, what conversation are you referring to specifically?
Oh, I think you know.
And I don't want to talk about it.
All right, fine.
First of all, I'm 18 years old
and I'm legally free to make my own decisions.
Second of all, I don't need your permission or your approval for anything.
And thirdly, it's Mom's house, and I'm in charge of it,
and that means it's totally up to me.
Sweetheart, I got a little bit of a headache right now.
Why don't we pick this up another time?
There's no need to pick it up any other time.
I don't want to discuss it.
I don't even know why you brought it up. Neither do I.
What is this tactic?
You think I'm gonna forgive you
because you're completely indifferent?
Honey...
Unbelievable.
Good-bye, Dad.
What was that all about?
Well, I don't know, but it must be serious,
'cause she's calling me "Dad" and not "Daddy."
What's wrong with your head?
Looks like you got a bump.
Yeah, I took a blow to the head this morning,
and I'm not quite myself.
I've sort of lost track of the last week or so.
You're okay, right? I mean, you feel all right?
Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
I just... My memory's a little foggy.
I know how that feels.
(laughing)
Yeah, I bet you do.
Want to fix some dinner and catch the game?
We got anything to eat?
I don't know. Hopefully one of us remembered to go shopping.
Hey, we're in luck.
All right.
All right, look at that.
Uh-huh.
Now then...
Uh, do you happen to remember where we keep the knives?
(phone rings)
(grunts)
Yeah?
Nash, it's Harv.
What do you got?
We found your informant Larson.
His body was dumped in the Bay on the Oakland side.
(sighs)
Oh, man. Where are you?
SIU.
All right, I'm, I'm on my way.
Thanks for keepi" an eye on me, Nick.
Good morning, troops.
Is it?
Somebody beat Larson to death.
Then he was moved and dumped in the water
near the South Oakland docks.
Oh, that's not good.
How's things at your place?
Oh, you know, Lucia's teething.
Say, what's the going rate for a tooth these days?
I think the rule of thumb is a buck a tooth.
Mm, this could get expensive.
Well, the good news is
you don't have to think about it for awhile.
Oh, speaking of money, Nash, I ran Teddy Malone's credit cards.
It seems that he... That is, you...
Have an open bill at the Regatta Hotel.
Michelle.
Yeah?
Let's go. Check this out.
WOMAN: Hey, Evan.
Mm.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
(gasps) I'm trying to get the DAT recorder back.
What do you think I'm doing?
Great. Breaking and entering?
What do you expect me to do, Harv?
I mean, if she hears that thing, I am toast.
You're too late.
She took the DAT recorder home.
What? Oh, tell me that you're kidding, please.
I saw her put it in her bag.
Oh, man. Harv, you gotta help me.
I mean, if she hears that tape,
I will never have a chance with that woman ever.
And your point is?
The point is that I'm serious.
I mean, she would have complete power over me.
I could even get fired over this,
and you're in this just as much as me.
Don't be making me feel all cheap and slimy all of a sudden.
You're on that tape, too, Harv, as much as I am!
Yeah, well, if truth be told,
I think I came off pretty well in that conversation.
Harv!
(knocking)
Grandpa, can you get that for me?
Yeah.
Oh, hello. Is, is Cassidy here.
Is she expecting you?
Mm-hmm, yeah. Yes, I am a new friend.
And-and I would also like to be honest with you, sir,
and tell you that I'm an ex-convict.
Yeah, I think that, I-I feel that everyone should
know right off the bat, uh, all about me
because I-I have nothing to hide.
You know, absolutely nothing.
You know, I-I served my time,
I'm fully redeemed, I'm renewed
and renovated, if you will. Mm-hmm.
Thou shall not touch the freedom of my mind.
That's Mr. John Milton.
Cassidy,
are you expecting an ex-convict?
Hi, Gary. Hello.
Don't worry about my grandfather.
He's just overprotective when he doesn't know someone.
No, no, that's fine.
You know, Grandpa and I, we had a chance
to talk at the door, and I feel that-that-that
we made a-a bit of a connection,
a kinship, a spiritual bond.
Didn't you feel that?
No.
He's so funny. You see that?
You see how I just grow on people just like that.
Grandpa, I'm tutoring Gary.
It's for the State Correctional reading program.
Um, we teach parolees to read at a higher level
so they can get a better job.
Mm-hmm. Crooks and books, that's what we call it.
Does your father know about this?
Oh, oh, yeah, we discussed it.
Um, Gary, why don't you, um, sit over there?
Did you, did you bring your book?
Mm-hmm. No.
Actually, I did want to talk to you about that.
Um, you see, you know I got a new job,
and, uh... thank you-
and it doesn't start until next week, so, and the thing is...
that I was thinking, if-if it's okay with you,
and I don't want to bother you,
if maybe you could just lend me, you know, spot me $20?
Yeah, sure, sure, I could do that.
Okay, great. Thank you.
You're such a pure person.
I think that your granddaughter is just... isn't she?
And this is the last favor I think that
I will ever, ever probably gonna ask you.
Good. Um, so, Grandpa, are you,
are you gonna have lunch with us?
I think I just lost my appetite.
He's so funny.
Thank you very much.
Mr. Malone, so nice to see you again.
Oh, yeah, how you doin'?
Fantastic. Oh, thanks again for the other night.
The other night?
I can't recall the last time
I've had that much fun with another man.
Really? Tell us about it.
Well, Mr. Malone gave Giants tickets to
Shawn, the Bell Captain, and me right behind home plate.
Oh, I brought you a little souvenir.
Thanks.
I, uh, seem to have, uh, misplaced my key.
Oh, no problem.
(typing) Malone...
here we go, 32nd floor.
Thanks very much.
Thank you. Uh, Mr. Malone? Yeah?
It's, uh, to the right.
(chuckles) I knew that.
(chuckles)
Bye.
Nice place.
This Teddy Malone's one classy guy.
I'll tell him when I see him.
Hey, Nash.
Does that look familiar?
Never seen it before.
The way things are goin', it's probably mine.
DOMINGUEZ: Huh.
Anybody you know?
Not that I remember.
Whoa, this doesn't look too good, guys.
These pictures were taken right here.
DOMINGUEZ: Kudos to housekeeping.
I mean, you can't tell there was a dead body in here.
There wasn't. Check it out.
MICHELLE: Well, so, who took these pictures?
Well, I guess I did. That's my camera.
So, you faked her death? Why?
And where is she?
Hell, I'll settle for who is she?
She got this bottle out of the minibar,
so we'll get the lab guys over here
to dust the joint, and maybe we'll get lucky.
MICHELLE: What's that?
Cocktail napkin from the Peninsula Club.
It's not my handwriting.
"Wednesday, 8:00 A.M.
Wary Housing Project, Presidio."
That was yesterday.
Right when I was gettin' my bell rung.
I'm bettin' whoever wrote that note's
the guy who tried to blow you up.
Your guess is as good as mine.
Let's run with it.
Hey, Nick, How are ya?
What're you doin' here?
DOMINGUEZ: How you doin'?
I'm worried about you, son.
Oh, I'm, I'm fine, really, Nick. Don't worry.
I've been wracking my brain,
you know, trying to reconstruct what you did.
Any luck?
Well, I, I remembered a few things here.
Why are these two days blank?
You didn't come home two nights. Well, I didn't want to ask you.
You know, that's your business.
(chuckles) I was working undercover.
It's okay. I was staying at a hotel.
Um, it says here, um, "argument with Cassidy."
Any idea what that's about?
She wants to tutor an ex-convict.
She does?
At Lisa's place.
Well, I have every damn right to be mad, then. Huh!
Thanks, Dad.
You're welcome.
Thank you a lot.
You're welcome.
MAN: Nash, line two.
I'll see ya later.
All right. Okay.
Thanks again.
Yeah.
Nash.
C.J.: Yeah, it's me.
Me who?
Me who? It's C.J.!
Where have you been?
Why haven't you called me?
Uh... I've been busy?
Typical.
You said you would take care of me.
You said everything was gonna be okay.
I did everything you said.
I've been sitting in this rathole for two days.
I'm losing my mind!
Who is it?
I think it's the girl in the pictures.
Uh, listen, uh, wait, wait a minute.
I wanna, I wanna pick you up.
Where are you?
I'm exactly where you left me!
Are you tracing this?
Yeah, keep her on, keep her on.
Um, listen, C.J.,
I want to help you, I-I-I just...
No, just forget it, okay?
I trusted you once, that's enough.
Thanks for nothin', Nash! I'm outta here!
No-no-no-no, wait! Uh, C.J.?
Did you get it?
Nope. At least you know she's still alive.
(sighs)
I think I need a drink.
(laughs) In the sauna...
myself and these three ladies, and we're naked.
And there's about three feet of snow outside.
(chuckles)
(piano playing softly)
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Hey, there.
Inspector Bridges. How best to put this?
Uh, have you ever seen me before?
We get a lot of people in here.
Uh-huh.
Uh, so what you're saying is that, uh...
sometimes you need a little help
to refresh your memory.
BARTENDER: Yeah, well,
a little help's always nice.
Give him 50 bucks.
I forgot to get cash.
How convenient.
I only got three, uh, 20s.
I got change.
Bet you do.
So, now, tell me, Ward, does that refresh your memory?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you were in here four nights ago.
That would be... Sunday.
Yeah. Yeah, it was cigar night.
You were smoking a
Partagas, or a, a Cohiba Special.
You happen to remember if I was with anybody?
You just came up and ordered a drink.
Do you ever get a customer
in here named C.J.?
Hmm.
Don't look at me. I'm tapped out.
You want to get in on this?
Yeah, it's like paying tuition.
She's not a customer. She's a waitress.
She used to work here.
Doesn't work here anymore?
No, no, she quit. Monday night.
We're going to need her address.
You take credit cards?
This one's on the house.
She lives in an apartment on Geary and 49th.
Second floor.
All right.
If you hear from her, I want to hear from you.
Okay, Ward?
Is there a reward?
Keep that sense a humor, bubba.
Somebody looking for C.J.?
Evidently, Mr. Montebello.
Can I freshen up your table, sir?
Sure. Send a round of doubles over.
Yes, sir.
So, you getting car sick yet? What, are you kidding me?
My uncle was a mechanic on the Mopar circuit in the early '80s.
I grew up around cars.
Explains why you worked auto theft for two years, huh?
Yeah, it helped.
(phone ringing)
Nash.
What the hell do you want from me?
Uh, what do you think I want?
I think you want to kill me, since you don't seem
to want to arrest me.
Well, that's a good guess.
What I can't figure out is what your angle is.
That act at the bar was just plain strange.
Well, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you stay there and I'll come back for act two?
You really think I'm dumb enough for that?
Well, I don't know how dumb you are yet.
Let me get back to you on that one.
Who was that?
That was our bad guy.
The one that hired me to kill C.J.
What, and you hung up on him?
He knows my cell phone number.
And I never give out my cell phone number
when I'm undercover as Teddy Malone.
He probably got it from your card at the bar,
which means he knows you're alive.
Well, let's turn around and shake him down.
I don't even know what this guy looks like.
I couldn't pick him out of a line-up if I had to.
We got nothing on him until we find the girl.
That's the key. We gotta find the girl.
Let's hope she remembers who you are.
Maybe you should have called first.
All right, sister, do your thing.
(electronic beeping)
(electronic chirping)
All right.
She's kind of handy to have around. Extremely.
Hello?
C.J.?
Hello?
C.J.!
Place look familiar to you?
What the hell do I know? I could have painted and redecorated it
and not know the difference... Joe!
Put it down, put it down! Police!
Put it down! Drop it! Police! Put it down!
Give me that!
Joe?
Joe? Huh?
You okay?
Are you all right?
And-And you are...?
Very funny. Come on, get up.
Whoa.
Slowly. You okay?
If I knew I was going to get tasered,
I wouldn't have had sushi for lunch.
Uh, bubba, after that Taser, that little jolt,
I don't think it's sushi anymore.
Just sit there.
Calm down! We're not here to hurt you.
I'm yelling at you "Police, Police, Police!"
Here's my badge, and here's a police ID.
You satisfied? If we weren't cops, you'd be dead right now.
Sit down there.
Okay, I believe you.
Now, you ready to talk?
Where's C.J.?
She called about an hour ago,
ranting and raving that someone was trying to kill her.
Any idea who? Look, she's just my roommate, okay?
I don't need this.
I've got enough stress in my life.
That's damn obvious.
Look, we need to know exactly what she said.
Okay, uh, she said she was afraid to come home.
She wanted me to pack up some clothes, put them in a suitcase
and bring them to her.
Only she wouldn't say where she was.
She was going to page me when she got to a safe place.
Like I have time to be an extra
in this little Hitchcock movie in her head.
I'll buy that pager from you.
Why don't you tell me what the hell's going on?
I'll give you 100 bucks for it.
The chick owes me 200 for a security deposit.
All right, I'll give you 200 bucks. Sold.
Joe, you got 200 bucks? Uh-uh.
Pay her.
BRIDGES: You all right?
All right, come on. Let's go.
Ah, you're doing good.
Attaboy. You got it?
Good.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
Not, not that way. This way.
You know, you are kind of handy to have around.
Yeah, yeah.
So, uh, what's the play, Nash?
Well, this is our magic bullet.
C.J. calls, we're going to have an umbilical cord to her.
Once we've got her, we'll have the answers
to the questions we don't have now.
Sounds like this is getting fun.
(chuckles)
Oh, yeah, it's a real blast.
Well, you're not getting car sick, are you, Joe?
(phone rings)
Nash.
(softly): Nash, it's me.
Hi.
Why are we whispering?
I'm over at Lisa's place putting a new washer on the faucet
and, well, I don't want Cassidy to think
that I'm a tattle-tale, but, uh...
But what?
But she's tutoring that guy, the one from prison.
The ex-convict, you know?
You better get over here right away.
That's all I'm going to say.
All right, I'll be right over.
What's up?
Well, it's-it's a long story.
Uh, most of it I don't remember.
But I'm going to have to drop you guys at SIU
and then I'll meet you back there in a couple of hours.
Unless we hear from C.J.
Article in today's paper you might want to check out.
What's up?
Oakland Postal employee
repeatedly told his co-worker she had nice breasts.
She took him to court and he had a three month suspension,
no pay.
Are you purposely trying to scare me, Harv?
Is that what you're doing here?
I'm trying to cheer you up, man.
Look, after two weeks of jury trial
and a week of jury deliberations,
he got acquitted.
Really? Oh, yeah.
Turned out to be his word against hers.
Of course, she didn't actually have his conversation on tape.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second here, Harv.
This-This is what I was telling you about.
We've got to do something about this now.
Well, you can call her.
Nash just dropped her off at home.
Mmm... and what am I supposed to say, you know?
"Destroy the tape that's inside of your recorder"?
I don't think so.
Well, here's a bold notion. Come clean with her, Evan.
Tell her the truth.
Not a good idea.
Absolutely not. We don't know her.
She might be very understanding.
That's what I'm saying. We don't know her.
We have no idea how she's going to react.
Evan, I'm telling you that it's better to act than react.
Okay, wait a second. I-I have an idea.
No. I already don't like the idea of this.
No, no, no. Listen to this. How about...
How about if we go to her house, right?
And then you distract her and, uh, I'll switch the tapes.
Oh, how could I possibly agree to do that?
'Cause I'm your best friend and I have the big screen TV.
What possible excuse do we have
to be dropping over at her house?
I don't know. I don't know. You'll think of something.
Let's go. Please?
Are you sure about this?
Why do you ask for my advice if you don't trust it?
Harv, it's a Bundt cake.
It's the perfect make nice gift.
There's no romantic overtones.
It's friendly, it's homey, it's completely neutral.
It's a gift that says absolutely nothing.
Yeah, right. Right.
(ringing bell)
Oh, well. Nobody's home. Come on.
Harv, I've got to get this tape.
Hold this.
What are you suggest...
Oh, good, more breaking and entering.
That's handy, so we can arrest ourselves.
Look, can't we just, like, put it in the refrigerator?
Very simple. (sighs)
Oh, Evan.
Hi guys.
Hey. Hi, Michelle. Hey, Michelle.
What are you guys doing here?
Well, we were just in the neighborhood and we thought...
Actually we were nowhere near the neighborhood.
We just, uh, we thought we got off on the wrong foot
earlier, and so...
Right, right, so, we wanted
to welcome you to the SIU. Bundt cake.
That's very thoughtful.
You guys want to come in?
I could put on a pot of coffee.
Well, we weren't planning on staying, but, uh, if you insist.
Sure.
Wow. Nice place, Michelle. You got a view?
Uh, yeah. Upstairs.
Yeah, I figured if I was going to be living
in the city, I had to have a place with a view.
Yeah.
Boy, man, this is...
Uh...
I'd love a tour.
Yeah. Sure. Follow me.
I'm going to... I'm going to find the restroom, guys.
Okay.
CORTEZ (on tape): I wanted to do the wild thing with her.
(whispering): Hey, Nick.
(whispering): That's the offender over there.
Hi, Cassidy.
Oh, hi, Dad.
This is Gary.
Gary Stokes, from the Correctional Reading Program,
the person you and Cassidy had the discussion about last week.
Grandpa, why are you acting so funny?
I'm not acting funny. I'm not acting funny, am I?
Oh, no, you're not acting funny.
Sir, it's a real pleasure to meet you, sir.
So, Gary, what exactly were you in the slammer for?
Nick!
No, I-I-I think I took some bad paths when I was younger.
And-And I see the error of my ways, and I think that
with Cassidy's help, that I can get back on my feet for good.
Isn't that sweet, son?
So, Daddy, why are you here?
Me? Uh...
Uh, He dropped by to pick me up.
Yeah. I dropped by to pick him up.
Okay, well, as long as you're here,
Gary has something he wants to ask you.
He's been having a little problem.
That was really nice.
You know, in the two years that I worked Auto Theft,
I don't think anybody came to visit my house.
Well, we're a pretty tight-knit group at the SIU, you know.
Yeah, well, thanks for the Bundt cake.
No problem. You have a wonderful day, Michelle.
Okay. Tomorrow, you bring the bagels.
Sure. Yeah.
(sighs)
You get it? Yes, I did.
You owe me big time.
Oh, and uh, guys, I almost forgot.
I wanted to weigh in on on your little work discussion.
You know, I don't mind frank sexual talk in the office
as long as it's not directly concerning me.
And, uh, just for your information,
if a coworker ever tries to introduce me to Mr. Happy,
I'll very quickly make him into Mr. Unhappy.
Good-bye.
(groans)
So, you think I still got a chance with her?
Unless she gets blown up and loses her memory, no.
So you see, sir, what I need, sir,
is a-a professional perspective on how to handle this, uh,
very unfair, I think, harassment that I continue to receive.
I-I'm a little lost here.
Mm-hmm, okay, sir, this is the thing,
this is what I need, sir. I need...
Uh, Gary, can we stop with the sirs, okay?
Yes, sir.
Um, so, my problem is that every time there's a hold-up
at an ATM, the police got me on speed-dial.
Yeah. 'Cause I can be just sitting there, you know,
minding my own business... wham!
Some whacko cop... not you...
Comes in, takes me down to the police station,
throws me in the chair, you know, interrogates me.
Yeah. It's like something out of...
Kafka... you know, that big roach?
We're reading Metamorphosis.
Yeah, well, uh...
we-we got a little problem here.
Mm-hmm, yeah, tell me about it.
(chuckles) No, uh, you said that you were convicted
16 times for felony ATM robbery
over a span of, what, eight weeks in, uh, '95?
No. No, sir. Uncorrect.
No, two of those,
yes, were thrown out, you know,
for lack of evidence. (laughs)
Well, I mean, you got to admit, that's still a lot.
Yeah, no, I do, I admit that-that, you know, I...
in the past, I dabbled in... in...
mal-malvolent behavior, and...
but that was long before,
you know, we found the beacon of...
literature.
Yeah, everybody deserves a second chance.
You said so yourself, Daddy. I did?
Yeah. I remember.
And-and I can't help it if I have a-a...
coming from a Dickensian... Right? childhood.
Uh, would that be Charles Dickens or Angie Dickinson.
Charles.
Okay, now, uh, Gary...
you see, your M.O.
suggests that if the cops
didn't interrogate you,
they wouldn't be doing their job.
Yeah, right, okay, I understand,
you gotta, you're gonna back your own people, so...
(sighs) Could you excuse us a second?
Mm-hmm.
CASSIDY: Be right back.
(clears throat quietly)
Daddy, he's harmless.
He is a felon, and you should not be seeing him
outside the rehabilitation center.
Flashback... that's what you said last week.
And, by golly, you should've listened to me.
Well, I thought of all people you would understand, Dad.
I mean, you work with people like him every day.
You understand the prejudice he's up against.
Yeah, that's because... Look, Daddy, if not for him, then for me.
My concern for you is exactly why I said I didn't want you doing this.
Now, this conversation is over.
We are not talking about this again.
And you go back in there, and you get rid of him
before your grandfather leaves, do you understand?
C.J.
Wait-wait-wait, don't hang up, don't hang up.
Listen, I got knocked in the head,
and I had a funny memory-loss thing.
Look, I'll explain later. Where are you?
I'm not telling you.
C.J., the only way you're gonna be safe
is if you let me help you.
MAN (over P.A.): Now boarding, the 4:45...
(man continues over P.A.)
and Seattle, Washington, now boarding at track six.
Gee, I hope that's not your train.
No, it's not my train.
(sighs) Stay where you are. I'll come and get you.
All right, why should I trust you?
Well, because I need you as... much as you need me.
I met Rick when I first started working at the club.
He was this impeccable, glorious Romeo type
from an old-money Pacific Heights address.
Actually, it was his wife's money,
and he used to work for her.
But we were incredible together.
It sounds crazy, but I think I'm still in love with him.
Go on. (sighs)
I threatened
to tell his wife's family about the affair
if he didn't leave her.
His solution
was to try to hire a man named Jay Larson to murder me.
Larson works for you, I guess.
He was an informant
of mine. Well, that's when you came in
and... arranged my death
and hid me away.
MICHELLE: Why did you have
to arrange her death?
I mean, couldn't you have arrested him
when he tried to hire you?
Conspiracy cases are always
ten times stronger after the fact.
Otherwise, it's too easy to claim entrapment as a defense.
NASH: All right, C.J., who's this guy that hired me?
Uh, what's Rick's last name?
Montebello.
Rick Montebello.
Didn't he marry Jennifer Dennison, the debutante?
Mm.
He was her former bodyguard.
Who's Jennifer Dennison?
Uh, she's the daughter
of P.T. Dennison... Owns most of downtown.
Worth about, uh, $2 billion.
(sighs): All right...
so if he thinks C.J. is dead, I think it's time for me
to go in and pick up my money, and bag him.
He's a lot smarter than that.
I mean, isn't that what you tried last time?
Bubba, I got a slightly different plan this time.
And I ordered a case of that. Sure.
I'm sorry, sir, the club's not open for dinner yet.
It's okay.
Why don't you give us a few minutes,
alone.
Clear everyone out.
Sure, no problem.
No guns or wires, I hope.
What is this, uh, some sort of a ritual you have to go through?
Well, being in the personal protection business, I've learned one thing:
never trust your enemies,
and trust your friends even less.
Really? Yeah.
Here's what I learned.
Never trust your enemies, ever.
Now that we're over the grins and giggles,
why don't you tell me what the hell is going on?
You tried to kill me... You wanna start?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, let me help you.
I kill your mistress
and you don't pay me, then you try and blow me up.
Well, now it's gonna cost you double the original amount.
We'll consider it interest,
plus a penalty.
I'll give it some consideration.
Consider this.
Pay or die... Those are your two choices.
C.J., get the hell out of here.
She's alive?
Oh, that's right, Rick.
But you won't be for long.
Just put the gun down.
Put it down, C.J.
No. You said yourself that if this doesn't work,
he's gonna walk.
He'll snake out of anything.
He's not gonna snake out of this one.
C.J...
don't get yourself in any deeper than you already are.
No.
He's not gonna get away with this, he's not!
A-And I'll shoot you, too, if you make me.
I don't know what he's telling you
but I still love you, sweetheart.
Oh, shut up.
Do not even speak to me.
Everything you've ever said to me
was a lie.
Well, guess what?
There's no more lies, Rick.
This is exactly why I hired you to kill this lunatic.
She's supposed to be dead!
All I ever did was love you.
That ought to do it.
(chuckles): What the hell is this?
You just confessed, bubba.
You're wearing a wire?
You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.
(chuckles)
You would never...
trust this unstable bitch with a loaded weapon.
Wanna bet?
(gun clicks)
Oops, you win the bet.
Hold it right there.
Now, those are loaded.
(exhales) Put your hands on your head.
Come on, take her out of here, Michelle.
(exhales): Well, this certainly was a case to remember.
One I won't forget.
Hey, Nashman.
Hey, so how's Lisa doing?
Is she taking the Paris cooking world by storm yet?
(chuckles): She called last night... she's doing great.
I think it's gonna be really good for her.
Yeah? How about for you?
Bubba, if she's happy, I'm happy.
You know, with that attitude,
you guys should still be married.
I didn't have that attitude when we were married.
True.
Good morning, sirs.
Hey, Michelle.
Morning, Inspector Chan.
Uh, good morning, guys.
HARVEY: Hi.
Had some of your Bundt cake for breakfast.
Mmm, good.
(clears throat)
(giggles)
I don't want to know.
GARY: Inspector Bridges! Yes!
Inspector Bridges! Take me to him; he's gonna clear this up.
Hey, Inspector, hi.
Look. It's so good to see you.
Talk to this guy.
What's going on? He robbed
and assaulted a woman at an ATM machine on Market and 6th.
Security cameras caught
the whole thing. GARY: Inspector Bridges,
Inspector, you've got to help me, 'cause you know what,
this is my third strike... I'm looking at 25 years.
And you are...?
No, that-that... no, that's not funny!
Come on. No, no,
no, no, that's not funny. Let's go, Gary.
No! That's not funny! Come on.
We had a connection!
(whistles quietly)
Woop.
We still fighting?
No. I've been thinking about what you said.
What I said.
You mean about Gary Stokes?
No, but you were right, he was a creep.
I was thinking about that other conversation we had,
about what I should be doing with my life, my master plan.
Your master plan? Yeah, the advice you gave me.
I've really been thinking about it, and the way you said it,
it was really profound... I think I'll remember it as long as I live.
Good.
And if you were to summarize these remarks
into two sentences, they would be...?
Oh, Daddy.
You know what I'm talking about.
Yeah, I do.
Hey, Nick, what do you got there?
Driving manual.
Driving manual?
I'm boning up for my test tomorrow.
Did you want to quiz me?
Nice try, Nick.
We discussed this.
Oh, yeah. Last week, right?
You thought it would help me to be more independent
if I could drive again.
Did you forget, son?
(laughing)
Uh, let's be clear about something.
I might have lost my memory, but I didn't lose my mind.
(mechanical whirring)
Are you expecting someone?
I don't know. Are you?
I don't know.
Hey, handsome.
Hi. Hi.
Ready for our date?
Which one of us?
I just love your dad, Nash.
NASH: Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm!
Okay, um, don't stay up too late studying.
Don't worry, I won't.
Hey, don't you want to introduce me to your friend?
My mind's not what it used to be, right, Nash?
Uh, well, uh, I think we have to be going.
We're, uh...
we're late, right?
WOMAN: We're okay if we leave now.
Well, see, we got to leave now.
I'll introduce you later, though.
Uh, we're having... dinner?
Of course. Yeah.
I thought we'd pick up where we left off.
Oh! Ha-ha! Don't wait up for me!
Yeah.
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